Kissing Corpses

This weekend my wife and I decided to hit up the Life Forms Art gem fair and mineral show at Lake City Washington near Seattle. In addition to the vast array of various gemstone peddlers, was a small art fair which drew in a glorious concentration of new age hippie freaks, tarot card readers, UFO truthers, and one guy dressed up as a full on wizard. As a man of science who has a strong distaste for all things woo, I felt a little out of my element. However there were a few very cool artists who would be perfect for decorating the office at Nevermore-horror (Sadly, we don’t have an office. We listen to metal music and rant about horror films from underneath damp rocks).

An outstanding display was set up by Cece and Brandi of Kissing Corpses: a very spooky pair of artists who sells beautifully positioned dead animals in jars, decorated skulls of various kinds, and necklaces made of raccoon fetuses and squid tentacles.

(strange aeons indeed)

This duo got together a year ago, created their art, and hit the Northwest circuit to bring their craft to the masses. A fascination for all things decayed got started when Cece’s mom gave her a fish skeleton as a gift; she was hooked from then on. Since then they have blended the Victorian style with the dark themes that naturally accompanies it. They don’t just throw a dead kitten into a jar of formaldehyde, they create something special.

They get their resources from the general ability of all living creatures to die. This includes scooping up roadkill, jumping on people’s dead animals, or just keeping an eye out for dead stuff. Cece told us that it’s one of the advantages of this line of work, “everything dies all the time so you can always get your hands on material.” Sometimes people betroth their pets to Kissing Corpses long before their pets even die. Anyone interested in the macabre should definitely check out their Facebook, and place an order.

(Recycle your pets)

These self proclaimed mad scientists have figured out that the best way to make a living, is off of death.

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Big H

Born and raised in San Diego California, I grew up loving the action horror and sci-fi genres. The first R rated film I saw was Predator back when I was 8 years old. Aliens blew me away as a youngster and I made a M41-A pulse rifle out of paper towel rolls and rubber bands. I ran around for hours avoiding face huggers and blasting xenomorphs in my back yard and I am bringing that big imagination to Nevermore Horror.